Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters presented in the story. It is simply a piece of fan writing for Barbie Doll and her friends by Mattel (And books containing these same characters).

Chapter 1

18-year-old Barbie Roberts pulled her blue convertible into the Roberts driveway. She parked and gathered her belongings before quickly prancing up the front steps and going inside.

"I'm back, Mom!" She called as she yanked off her canary yellow boots. Once she removed her coat, she walked straight to the kitchen, almost running in to her 12-year-old sister, Skipper.

"Barbie!" Skipper exclaimed. She sounded worried. "You re just in time!"

Barbie was puzzled. "Just in time? For what?"

"I just got off the phone with Midge-"

"No big deal. I ll call her back." Barbie tried to move around her sister, but Skipper wouldn't let her.

"No Barbie! You don t understand! Midge isn't at home!"

"What do you mean? Where is she?"

The little girl looked to the ground. "With Allan. At the hospital."

Barbie gasped. "What happened?"

"I don't know! She wouldn't tell me."

"I must go down there right away!" Barbie flew to the front hall. She slipped on her boots and grabbed her coat off the coat tree, reaching in the pocket for her keys as she went to her car. Upon getting in and starting the engine, she backed out and headed straight for the hospital.

"Oh, I hope it's nothing serious," She mumbled to herself, though she knew it wouldn't do any good. Her mind was already at work, concocting what may have happened to Allan. Maybe it was just a sprain, or a broken arm... Or maybe something more serious. But whatever had happened, she just had to get down to that hospital! Allan was hurt and Midge needed her!

As she pulled into the lot outside of the hospital, Barbie mentally crossed her fingers and prayed that eveything was alright. She hoped Allan just had a basketball injury or something and Midge rode with him to the hospital and just needed a ride home. Trying hard to embed that in her mind,

Barbie parked and leaped out of her car and into the was just about to ask the lady at the front desk for Allan's room number when she saw Midge standing off in a corner.

Midge ran to her. "Oh Barbie! I was hoping you'd get the message!"

"What's wrong? Allan's not hurt, is he?"

"Oh Barbie," the pretty raven-haired girl replied, looking to her shoes. "I wish I could tell you that was the case."

"Come." Barbie took her friend's arm and led her down the hall. "You can tell me everything on the way. Let's go see Allan."